I asked God why I wasn't
rich.He showed me a man with the wealth of a
thousand kings,who was lonely, and had no one to
share it with.

I asked God why I wasn't
beautiful.He showed me a woman more
beautiful than any other, who was ugly because
of her vanity.

I asked God why He'd
allowed me to become old. He showed me a boy of
16,who lay dead at the scene of a car
accident.

I asked God why I didn't
have a bigger house. He showed me a family of
six, who had just been evicted from
their tiny shack, and were forced, to live
on the street.

I asked God why I had to
work. He showed me a man, who couldn't find a
decent job, because he'd never learned to
read.I asked
God why I wasn't more popular.He showed me a
socialite with a thousand friends, who all left
the moment the money and parties were no longer
there.

I asked God why I wasn't smarter.
He showed me a natural born genius, serving life
in prison for making ill use of his
knowledge.

I asked God why He put up with
a thankless sinner like me. God showed me the
loved he for all of us.